Yeah, who knows. Girl's gotta earn her drug money somehow.
[Or her shoes money? Record collection money? But there's some sort of desperation about working a shift like this one, and she's so damn cheery about it too. Gotta be drug money. Doing coke in the back room with the Mexican line cooks all trying to get through the day.
He snorts a laugh at the idea and leans back with an arm over Chrissy's shoulders. Bacon-shaped moths dart around one of the lights on the ceiling.]
Speakin' of, we still got a little of this shit left ourselves. Next time we find ourselves in a real nice place we can enjoy it one more time. I wish I'd got more.
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[Or her shoes money? Record collection money? But there's some sort of desperation about working a shift like this one, and she's so damn cheery about it too. Gotta be drug money. Doing coke in the back room with the Mexican line cooks all trying to get through the day.
He snorts a laugh at the idea and leans back with an arm over Chrissy's shoulders. Bacon-shaped moths dart around one of the lights on the ceiling.]
Speakin' of, we still got a little of this shit left ourselves. Next time we find ourselves in a real nice place we can enjoy it one more time. I wish I'd got more.